Let Me Count The Ways

How do I love thee?
I have realized, I don't know how.

I should think that I love you,
Like the love shared
Between water and electricity.

Tell myself to adore you,
And I do as does
Joy to pain.

I try to need you
I need you,
As fire needs water.

And the inevitable.
I dream of you,
As the scared child dreams of dark shadows.

How on Earth could I ever live
Knowing that you would not be there
For me,

To help push me back down
After a painful and endless
Struggle to the top?

For a smack in the face
And a cruel laugh
To lift my spirits?

How do you suppose that I should ever go on
If I couldn't see the indifference and shamelessness
In your dancing, shining eyes?

So how do I love thee?
The answer is this:
I never, never could.

Author's Notes:
Ever have one idea, then it spurs off, and you start writing, but then it starts taking a whole different direction and you end up getting rid of what you had in the first place and it truns out that what you now have is better than what you were orignally thinking? Yeah, that's kinda what happened here. ^-^ Spur of the moment thing.